Love You, Mean It Excerpt
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He stood up and turned to face me. The man had to be a good foot taller than me. “I’m guessing it’s just old. I was planning to renovate this place after she moved out, but then you went and flooded your house, so I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”
“Are you insinuating that I flooded my house on purpose?”
“You didn’t turn your water main off when you went out of town.”
This freaking guy.
“I don’t know anyone who turns off their water supply when they go out of town,” I said, my voice coming out much louder than I’d expected it to.
“Everyone I know turns off their water when they travel.” His lips remained in a flat line, as if he was the one who was irritated with me.
“Well, you’re from small-town Alaska, where a local resident is a moose with a giant set of cojones.”
“You got a real thing for dicks and balls, don’t you? Every time I see you, you’re referencing one or the other.” He walked toward the door.
“Calling someone a dick is not really referencing an actual penis. You know that, right?”
He paid me no attention and ignored the comment. “Your tile came in, if you want to stop by your house and check it before they start your primary bathroom renovation tomorrow.”
“Oh. Isn’t it gorgeous?” I’d chosen a beautiful blue Italian tile for the bathroom. Now that I’d been forced to renovate the house, I was going to make it my own.
“I mean, it’s tile.” He made no attempt to hide his sarcasm.
“Spoken like a Neanderthal.” I reached for another pizza roll.
These really are the breakfast of champions.
“I’ll order a new oven. If you need to cook, just come over to the house and use the oven until the new one gets here.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he said as he stepped outside. “And let’s not throw things at the ceiling or smash things with a hammer.”
I moved closer, grabbing the door handle and forcing a smile that was obviously not genuine. “Thanks for the helpful tips. See you around, Charles.”
I slammed the door as he turned to walk toward the main house, and I heard him chuckling.
I popped the pizza roll in my mouth and glanced out the window to see him walk across the yard.
He was tall and ridiculously good looking in that rugged, muscly, manly sort of way.
Which irritates me.
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He stood up and turned to face me. The man had to be a good foot taller than me. “I’m guessing it’s just old. I was planning to renovate this place after she moved out, but then you went and flooded your house, so I don’t see that happening anytime soon.”
“Are you insinuating that I flooded my house on purpose?”
“You didn’t turn your water main off when you went out of town.”
This freaking guy.
“I don’t know anyone who turns off their water supply when they go out of town,” I said, my voice coming out much louder than I’d expected it to.
“Everyone I know turns off their water when they travel.” His lips remained in a flat line, as if he was the one who was irritated with me.
“Well, you’re from small-town Alaska, where a local resident is a moose with a giant set of cojones.”
“You got a real thing for dicks and balls, don’t you? Every time I see you, you’re referencing one or the other.” He walked toward the door.
“Calling someone a dick is not really referencing an actual penis. You know that, right?”
He paid me no attention and ignored the comment. “Your tile came in, if you want to stop by your house and check it before they start your primary bathroom renovation tomorrow.”
“Oh. Isn’t it gorgeous?” I’d chosen a beautiful blue Italian tile for the bathroom. Now that I’d been forced to renovate the house, I was going to make it my own.
“I mean, it’s tile.” He made no attempt to hide his sarcasm.
“Spoken like a Neanderthal.” I reached for another pizza roll.
These really are the breakfast of champions.
“I’ll order a new oven. If you need to cook, just come over to the house and use the oven until the new one gets here.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he said as he stepped outside. “And let’s not throw things at the ceiling or smash things with a hammer.”
I moved closer, grabbing the door handle and forcing a smile that was obviously not genuine. “Thanks for the helpful tips. See you around, Charles.”
I slammed the door as he turned to walk toward the main house, and I heard him chuckling.
I popped the pizza roll in my mouth and glanced out the window to see him walk across the yard.
He was tall and ridiculously good looking in that rugged, muscly, manly sort of way.
Which irritates me.
Pre-order today!
https://mybook.to/LoveYouMeanIt
Add to Goodreads: https://bit.ly/42TMDqD
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